I'll have to think about that one Susan, but you know, as I was reading this I thought about my dear dad who every spring disgraced us by ordering a load of horse shit from a farm. You could smell our garden for miles around, but only for a couple of days.

He did grow the best vegetables.

I'm assuming the smell has gone, otherwise you might like to think about selling up. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣